Drakken woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his face. He had just had a terrible dream, one where his deceased mother was crying out for justice. In the dream, she told him that evil was lurking within the Kingdom, brought by a stranger. The stranger was the only one in the pack who didn't belong, and she warned him to be careful. The dream was so vivid that it felt real, and it left Drakken feeling uneasy.He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his chest. He got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, turning on the cold water in the shower. As he stood under the stream, he let the water wash away the remnants of the dream. He tried to tell himself that it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.But as he got dressed and made his way to his table and poured himself a glass of water, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right. Eleanor was the only stranger in the pack his mother could be referring to. He couldn't help

Drakken sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the door as he awaited Emma's arrival. He was eager to hear what she had uncovered about their mother's death. When she finally entered the room, he could see the exhaustion etched on her face."Well?" he asked, not wasting any time. "What have you learned?"Emma sighed and began to speak. "The potion Eleanor used on our mother was a foreign one. It's nothing like I have ever seen." Drakken listened carefully, his mind racing as he processed the information. "Such potions can only be concocted by powerful witches that come from a particular coven. But they're extinct now. Which means someone truly set Eleanor up. We just don't know who yet."Drakken let out a sigh of relief. It was confirmed now. Eleanor really didn't kill his mother. He had feared the worst, but was grateful for the truth that set his mind at ease."Do everything you must to find who did it," he declared. "What do you know about night sleepwalkers?"Emma lifted a brow at his

Eleanor trudged back to her room, the frustration of the day weighing heavily on her shoulders. No matter how much she tried, she seemed to be going nowhere with the case of the Queen's death.Every lead turned out to be a dead end.It was as if this was designed to be unsolvable.As she pushed open the door to her room, Eleanor let out a heavy sigh. She longed to speak to Emma but their last encounter had not gone well. Emma was still mad at her. The tension between them was palpable.Eleanor sat down heavily on her bed, her thoughts whirling around in her head. She knew that she had to find a way to talk to Emma again, to try and repair their relationship. But how could she do that when every attempt seemed to backfire?As she lay back on her pillows, Eleanor made a decision. She would try to talk to her again and explain her reasoning with the hope that Emma would understand.Eleanor couldn't wait any longer. She had to make things right with Emma, and waiting until morning felt li

Eleanor stirred as she heard a soft knock on her bedroom door. Her eyelids fluttered open as she gradually emerged from slumber. She stretched her arms and legs, feeling the warmth of the blankets against her skin. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, groggily realizing that it was already morning. As she sat up in bed, she felt a wave of surprise wash over her when she saw Emma standing at her doorway.Emma looked equally surprised, and for a moment they just stood there, taking each other in. Finally, Emma spoke up. "Hey, sorry to wake you up this early."Eleanor rubbed the sleep off her eyes, forcing herself to be fully awake. "Is something wrong?""Not really. I just wanted to inform you to resume work at the clinic starting today," she said. "Don't forget to see me in my office as soon as you arrive." Then she walked back out of the room too quickly and didn't see the big smile on Eleanor's face.Eleanor could barely contain her excitement as she got ready for her first

Drakken rose early that morning, his mind already focused on the task at hand. In his room, he began the process of preparing for the journey to the DarkFurs pack.He packed his bag with the essentials - weapons, a few pieces of clothing, and a map of the area. He checked and rechecked each item, ensuring that nothing was forgotten.Failure was not an option. This mission could be their last hope in finding out the truth.Drakken had just finished packing his bags when Gwen burst into his room without knocking. He turned to face her, surprised at her sudden intrusion. Before he could even question her actions, she started spewing out her displeasure."I hear you're going on some trip with that girl," Gwen began. "Your mistress, isn't she?""Who says Eleanor is my mistress?" Drakken tried to deny, raising an eyebrow. How had she gotten to know that? "You can't just assume things like that."Gwen huffed and crossed her arms. "Oh, please. It's obvious you've been seeing her. And now, you